Disclaimer- Nope, still note mine as far as I can tell. Just
the fic belongs to me.

Notes/Warnings- Yes, this is indeed that Akabane x Himiko I've
been promising people (and threatening them with). I actually
abandoned it for a while until I noticed how Akabane looked at
one point in episode 4 (here is a screen of what I am talking
about) and changed my mind once again. Also, it seems like lately
everyone has been trying to squick everyone else, and Mona wanted
me to write this.(No, I don't usually take requests, but lately
I've been lenient so if anyone asks we'll see. I usually don't do
requests unless someone has done something BIG for me in the
past.) I am not sure this will be completely IC (I am afraid I
seem to have a problem with portraying Himiko as a
short-tempered, bratty little girl on one hand and an uninhibited
seductress on the other, which is a shame since she's my favorite
character). And before anyone comments, yes, I now know Himiko is
only 16. But we all know Akabane is just a dirty old man with a
thing for sweet jailbait ass. ^_~

Enjoyment

By A Girl Named Goo

"It figures it would have to rain tonight," Himiko
muttered, looking out the door of the warehouse she and Akabane
were in while they waited for the rain to pass. "And we have
a time limit." She slid the door shut and moved herself over
to the wall, leaning against it annoyedly.

"Come now, Lady Poison," Akabane's smooth voice
spoke from where he was hiding in a dark corner. "You knew
we couldn't get the package wet. I suggested hiring Mr. No
Brake..."

"Who ran off with all of the profits from our last job!
'Making up for what the Get Backers took' indeed," Himiko
fumed. "If I ever see him again I will-"

Akabane was laughing a little, lowly, sending chills down her
spine. She could pretend that he didn't unnerve her when other
people were present, but when they were alone her instincts
always screamed for her to run. "You put too much stake in
money. What is the point of having money when you can't enjoy
yourself? I always measure job satisfaction by how much I enjoy
myself."

Himiko looked down at her mud-caked shoes. "You get
enjoyment from killing. I don't. And I still need to pay for food
and shelter. I don't know about you. Seriously."

That laugh again. His voice was hard and cold and sharp, like
a steel blade. His words were as precise has his cuts were when
he weilded his scalpels. Himiko actually shivered as he spoke
again. "You don't have to think about me so much, Lady
Poison. We are merely business associates. And I have yet to hear
what you do for enjoyment."

Himiko made a conscious effort not to look up or behind her.
She was sure it would be like those bad horror movies, where she
looked up and the monster was right behind her, ready to strike.
As long as she didn't look the monster wasn't there. Or so she
thought.

The cold voice spoke again, smooth, precise, and right behind
her. "What do you do for enjoyment, Lady Poison?" His
warm breath actually went into her ear as he spoke. She gasped
and spun around quickly, her already frayed nerves finally
snapping and pure reflex and adrenaline taking over. She threw a
punch, a high one, knowing her opponent was tall and not wanting
to miss his face. But she aimed too high, and only managed to
remove his hat.

Himiko looked up at him, breathing heavily, anger and fear
making her eyes seem to spark in the single faded flourescent
light in the warehouse. That couldn't have happened. Not
unless...

"You let me hit you," she whispered.

Akabane didn't move, didn't go to find his hat. Himiko noticed
he seemed oddly naked without it, like seeing his uncovered head
was exposing more than she was supposed to see. Of course she'd
seen him wearing less before. Even before the fight with Amano
Ginji where he'd been topless she had seen him once wearing
nothing but a towel, stepping out of the bathroom and into a room
they were sharing at the home of an employer who hadn't wanted
them to leave until the next day. She couldn't remember what he'd
come into the room to retrieve, just that seeing him almost
completely naked and in broad daylight had made him seem
completely different. Human. His scars making him seem mortal for
that instant. He hadn't been Dr. Jackel, the creature whose
greatest joy came from the pain of others. He had been Akabane
Kuroudo, a man with feelings and weaknesses. For a few moments
Himiko had almost thought there was something decent about him.
That moment didn't last long, however.

But now, here, in the dark, they were alone. The rain was loud
and they were secluded. No one would hear them or find them. And
Himiko was alone with Dr. Jackel. She'd almost hit him. But she
knew, in her mind, that it was an impossibility. She would have
to take a lethal dose of her Acceleration Perfume to be able to
match him.

Akabane lowered his dark eyes to the floor, that smile that
took over his entire face appearing, reaching up for his hat
though it wasn't there before dropping his gloved hand to his
side again. "We are business associates. We should be
friendly. I was unfair to you, and I needed to do something to
prove that I meant you no harm." He still didn't move or go
for his hat. Himiko hesitantly left her place and went to pick it
up. Some part of her had always wanted to feel it, to see if it
were made of some special material that made it so important that
he always seemed to take great pains to keep it on. She was
rather disappointed to find that it was normal fabric. She
couldn't place the kind. It felt sort of like canvas.

"Do I get an answer?" Akabane asked, not turning to
look at her as she held his hat.

Himiko swallowed and stared at the hat intently, like it would
somehow provide her with an answer. What did she do for
enjoyment? Nothing much. She could alter her jobs so that she
could enjoy them. Ride a motorcycle instead of driving a car.
Stop and fight for a few moments when she could just as easily
run. Take detours and back roads. so she could pass by places she
wanted to see. But when was the last time she had actually done
something purely for her own amusement and not as part of a job?
If she were given a day to do whatever she liked, what would she
do?

"So quiet," that chilling voice said suddenly,
cutting through her thoughts. "What is the matter, Lady
Poison? Do you not do anything simply for your own
pleasure?"

"Jackel..." she started, letting the word hang in
the air. She was twisting the hat a bit between her hands. If she
could do anything simply for her own pleasure, what would she do?
She looked up at Akabane. He still hadn't moved, still wasn't
facing her, but she could somehow feel that he was still smiling.
Was he amused by her confusion? Was this some kind of variation
on the enjoyment he got from the suffering of others? Or was it
the same kind of amusement that an adult has when a child cannot
answer a question that is all too simple for them?

"How said," he said, softly, though the smile in his
voice destroyed any actually pity that might have been there.
Though Himiko highly doubted there had been any. This man
reminded her of the creatures that children bought nightlights to
ward away; silent predators that couldn't been seen or heard
until it was too late and killed with no mercy just for sport,
with the added detail that he was able to walk freely in the
daylight. Himiko was happy to be able to call him an ally and not
an enemy, although she knew that could change at any moment.
She'd taken to sleeping with the lights on lately.

Himiko squeezed the hat between her hands and tossed it again.
She expected Akabane to catch it before it could hit the floor,
but instead he didn't move again. She was suddenly very angry at
him. Even if she didn't know what made her happy, at least she
could live with herself knowing her one true joy in life wasn't
the death of others. Although she highly doubted Akabane had any
problems living with himself. He would need a conscience for
that. "Just because I don't have one specific activity that
I enjoy doesn't mean I don't have any enjoyment in my life,"
she finally spat out, her anger making her feel bold.

"Does anything make you happy?" Akabane pressed. His
smile was gone, replaced with a kind of curiosity: he might not
have been human, but that didn't mean humans weren't fascinating
creatures. "If you could do anything in your life, would you
honestly just work through the request and look for what meager
joy you can reap from that?"

That wasn't entirely true. There were three secret wishes that
Himiko had in her mind: for her brother to be alive again, for
Mido Ban to never have betrayed them, and her most guilty wish:
to see Akabane naked again. Not out of any physical attraction to
him. She just thought it would be easier to be assoicated with
him if she could, every once in a while, see that confirmation of
his mortality.

She hadn't realized he had turned around to face her, or that
she had been staring at him as she reflected on her three secret
wishes. Especially that last one. After that moment where Akabane
had been human, she'd started thinking about him. Wondering what
he had been like before he became what he was now, before killing
was his passion and he had scalpels hidden inside his body. Had
he had a family? Friends? A lover? She could have asked him, but
she decided not to. Not because she was afraid of his reaction to
those questions. She simply knew that asking him would be a
futile gesture at best. He would only give a vague answer and
smile and she'd be no closer to knowing about him than she had
been before.

Himiko wondered if he'd read her mind. No, that was
impossible. He was powerful, but he wasn't psychic. What should
she ask him? About his life before he was Dr. Jackel? No. She
couldn't. Something in her mind told her not to. That was
forbidden. But her wish....?

"I....wanted to know....if you could take your shirt
off," she finally said, slowly, hesitantly, around clenched
teeth, as if the statement had hurt. She didn't make it a
question. She'd tried to phrase it to make it seem like she
really didn't care about this request anymore.

That smile was back on his face. Himiko wanted to wipe it off
his face. And she would have tried had there been a chance in
hell she could actually do it. "That is a rather odd
request," he said, slowly, precisely. "But I see no
harm in fullfilling that request."

Himiko swallowed and looked at him. She had no doubt he was
serious, but he didn't just do people favors. Not even her. There
had to be a catch.

"But first...." he started, already taking off his
coat. "You have to tell me why you wanted to see that."

Himiko bit her lip and looked down at her feet again. Well,
she'd come this far. Might as well go with the truth.
"Because that one time I saw you naked you looked human. I'd
feel more comfortable working with you if I saw you looking human
again."

Akabane was now shedding his vest. "'Human'? Interesting
choice of words." He mused. He now removed his tie and
slowly began to unbutton his shirt. "Interesting, but I am
sure for you it is true. I must not seem human." The shirt
was gone. Himiko stared at his chest, at the green tattoo on his
left arm, at the long, deep scar. No normal person could have
survived the would that caused it. He looked at her again, still
smiling. "Is this what you wanted, Lady Poison?"

Himiko licked her lips. How long had it been since she'd seen
him like this? Last time she saw him naked it hadn't made her
feel like this. Was she actually finding him attractive like
this? She approached him, cautiously, and he took her hand and
placed it on his chest, over his heart. For some reason she'd
always thought he'd be cold to the touch, like a corpse. But as
her fingers trailed down, tracing his scar, racing down his
slightly concave abdomen, she realized he was a man, warm and
solid. Her fingers threatened to reach still lower, to where she
knew she was forbidden.

"You are enjoying this," Akabane said knowingly,
purposely not making it a question. She noticed the scar on the
top of the hand that was currently placed over hers. She knew
what it was for. Or, at least, she thought that she did. But for
some reason the fact that he had these scars seemed attractive to
her.

A sudden flashback, a memory to when she had been younger.
Ban...his knee was bleeding. She was begging him to put a bandage
on it, but he refused. Said he didn't need one. She told him to
wash it or it would scar. He'd smiled at her, confidently, and
said "Girls like scars". At the time she'd thought he
was crazy, that scars were disgusting...

Then she was back to the reality of the moment. She suddenly
lifted her fingers off Akabane's chest, his hand still wrapped
around hers. He looked rather confused as she did this. It was
inconceivable that he had enjoyed that as much as she had. The
thought of Akabane Kuroudo partaking in pleasures of the flesh
was almost laughable. And yet, to Himiko at the moment, it seemed
all too appealling.

Himiko suddenly reached for his belt, waiting for him to stop
her or back away, but instead he stood still as she removed it
and dropped it to the floor with the rest of his discarded
clothes. She eagerly unbuttoned his pants, eager for what she
knew was concealed underneath. She reached in and drew him out,
marvelling as she did so. He was so big, so long...and he wasn't
hard yet. Just as she thought: he wasn't one for sexual urges.
But she knew he was still a man, and that even if he wasn't hard
now then unless he had a problem it wasn't impossible to fix this
situation.

Himiko had to admit she wasn't quite sure of what she was
doing as she closed her mouth over Akabane's cock, trying to take
in as much as possible. She reached up, felt the base, rubbed
what wasn't in her mouth, as she licked and sucked, awkwardly yet
eagerly. His control was amazing: although he was clearly growing
aroused in her mouth, he was perfectly still and quiet, not
acknowledging what he was doing in any way. Himiko looked up at
him. He wasn't even looking at her. His face was a complete
blank. Was it possible he really couldn't feel it? That this part
of his body worked, but he'd somehow rendered himself unable to
feel it?

Himiko pulled away, feeling a bit disappointed and licking the
salty precum off the tip. Part of her wanted to finish, but that
was beaten by the part of her that knew it was a waste of time if
he wasn't going to enjoy it. She was about to put it back into
his pants when a hand wrapped around her wrist, not really hard,
but enough to stop her. "Why are you stopping, Lady
Poison?" he asked, that smile back on his face.

Himiko didn't know how to answer. Fortunately she didn't have
to. Akabane pulled her to her feet, reach over and unbuttoning
her shirt, encouraging her to ease it off before running his lips
down her left breast, pausing to lick and suck on the hard nipple
for a moment. "I don't think you know what you've
started," he whispered huskily, when he was finished,
working the other nipple in his mouth for a moment before
lowering her onto his clothes. Himiko was breathless, his lips
finding their way to her neck, kissing, licking, biting...

That was so sudden she cried out. She didn't even notice him
removing the rest of her clothes as he licked the spot he'd
bitten, working far too fast. She could barely register she was
naked as he moved his hands elsewhere on her body. He bit her
again, this time over her right breast, hard enough to draw
blood, and then began to lick the cut.

Akabane moved one of his hands off her, down to stroke
himself. It'd been far too long since he'd done this. He'd almost
forgotten what it was like as he looked at the pretty young girl
beneath him, the one who had started it all. Did Himiko still
want it? He lowered his mouth over her's. It still tasted like
blood, and she was hesitant to touch his lips with her tongue.
But she initated the kiss. Yes, she wanted this. Pain and
passion....so wonderful when mixed together just right.

As if to accentuate this point, he bit her tongue at the same
time he thrusted into her. She made a sound like a muffled
scream, and he just laughed back into her mouth, releasing her
tongue from his teeth. Expecting her to want to stop. Although he
haf to admit he wasn't sure he would have been able to if she had
wanted to. But she began to run her bleeding tongue across his
teeth, althrough his mouth, as he withdrew and thrusted back into
her again, harder this time. Yes, it'd been so long since he'd
done this, and never had he found a partner so willing to do it
his way....

Akabane broke the kiss, blood trailing down the corner of
Himiko's mouth as he did. He was going faster now, and harder,
but that trail of blood couldn't stop catching his attention. He
bent over and licked it off, licking her lips, nipping her bottom
lip to draw more blood. If sex had always been like this for him,
he might never have given it up, trained himself to ignore those
urges...

Himiko was crying out now, her pretty lips stained red,
Akabane trying to lick all of the blood that dripped onto her
cheek off. But still she didn't want to stop. She reached her
hands around, to his damp back, and forced their chests together,
almost destroying the rhythm. But Akabane could feel her clench
around him, and with a scream that echoed unmercifully throughout
the warehouse, she came.

Akabane's completion took only a few more thrusts, and was
much quieter. As he withdrew he noticed still more blood...maybe
he'd been a little too rough. But no. She'd wanted it. She hadn't
stopped him. He tucked himself back into his pants and moved her
unceremoniously off of his clothes to finish dressing, glad that
none of the stains had gotten on garments where they would show.
Himiko stopped panting and touched the bloody bitemark about her
breast, looking up at him with glazed eyes, before sitting up and
reaching for her own clothes.

As Akabane put on his hat he turned to face her again, looking
like he had done nothing just then, smiling that smile that took
over his entire face. The effect would have worked if it weren't
for the red trail on the corner of his mouth. "What is your
idea of enjoyment, Lady Poison?" he asked, his voice cold
and sharp as the edge of a blade once more.

Himiko finished buttoning her shirt and picked up her belt,
walking over to him before putting it on and licking her finger
before wiping the blood off his mouth, sticking her finger into
her mouth. "That is my idea of enjoyment."

The End

Notes- So, did I squick anyone this time around? If you're not
squicked yet (yes, I like the word "squick" too much)
think of this: I wrote it while listening to the Digimon
soundtrack (which I maintain is still the best anime soundtrack
I've ever heard. The Japanese, not the English). Makes it seem
all the more disturbing, ne?